Joseph Mary Plunkett

(21 November 1887 – 4 May 1916 / Dublin / Ireland)

Initiation - Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

Our lips can only stammer, yet we chant
High things of God. We do not hope to praise
The splendour and the glory of his ways,
Nor light up Heaven with our low descant:
But we will follow thee, his hierophant
Filling with secret canticles the days
To shadow forth in symbols for their gaze
What crowns and thrones await his militant.

For all his beauty showered on the earth
Is summed in thee, O thou most perfect flower;
His dew has filled thy chalice, and his power
Blows forth the fragrance of thy mystic worth:
White blossom of his Tree, behold the hour!
Fear not! thy fruit is Love’s most lovely birth.


Comments about Initiation by Joseph Mary Plunkett

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (4/18/2016 5:39:00 AM)


    And indeed its a lovely birth..10 (Report) Reply

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  • (1/29/2016 10:32:00 PM)


    Marvelous narration of the almighty and his divine majesty. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Vincent Bayer (1/29/2016 5:27:00 PM)


    what a beautiful expression of the divine! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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